Acet Plum:Basi Solut
a wordsmiths song she’d never
accommodate us vicus
a wooden lie bleach blanched
in the branches
tiptopular vernacular ex
expectational expeccceptional
look into look I the future
lick right tunes and truths
an’
besure to thank
the besure of it all
the bustin up of chifforobes
an’
whatnot
Dowpt up
on
doughPP
chlorocylindricle
cylindrica
champagne shamblings bubblings
arsenic chlorine dead
chrysanthemum chrystalanthemom Chernobyl
[notvery Chernoble atall]
nopt
no buddies there
all evaporatorically turnt to
dust
dist-
ance and dust innnn
thi mutated air. nuclearencumbered nucularcumberred
atomiccucumbird air.
Tinct Rubibarbb
Living in the trees ees ees ease
is easy for some
mind the black turtle turning the
moon you should—
all the water, tide and such,
drafted, even creeked
is all just transparent vomit
from some forest god
]maybe
Pan himself who’s voice is so old that it can only be pronounced by the breeze
and the rattle of twigs[
you should keep a peeled eye for the
constant rending of the Vale
sun forest god is one
lines
are made to be drawn out and dragged across the world—
it's
Humanit-
y's
thing to do what it does so well
to
the TEE of pointless death
arbitrary
execution
traded
once again to satiate the silly Manmade trifles
of
Manmade reality itself.
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